[Art] Blackened practitioner (poem)

[magick&psionics]

Look at you
Doing the devil's work
A black wolf by natures tune

The sunlight hurts ones eyes after spending most of the time in the night
Oh and the flames raise high
Eyeless snakes slither off glistening under the haunting moonlight
Dressed in all black blackened heart beating with hellfire glowing behind somber eyes

It's a dog eat dog world, he says
One who can move the stars around in the night sky
The Big Dipper used to be a trident, he says
One who commands the wolves to the crossroads delight
It's only nature, he says
Wand as deadly as a gunslingers six shooters flashing light

One must stand correct in the presence of death
You know Ive met him before
The man in a tailored suit of red
You know I've met him before
The man who smites the sinful living and dead
You know I've met him before
The farmer who harvest wheat with a scythe

But I don't know what's wrong with me, he says
I was not stricken with fear nor awe by the one who smites the sinful living and dead, he says
One who was tested to natures depth

It's truly tragic to be rudely awakened to the grim and haunting tune of straight truth
Truly tragic like a coffin being fancied up and stained for its first and last use
Like cattle born to die to the machine that brings us food
It's a deeply grim time that tune of straight truth

But to be Imbued to be initiated by the forces of darkness and nature is a truly blissful tune
Like a mighty staff wood stained in blackened lacquer that of a coffin raised to raise the dead to a deed thats due
And that's the truth, he says

I will not be like them I refuse
I refuse to be a mindless sheep to be abused
I was not struck in fear nor awe as I saw the vengeful Israelite storm smite the dead and damned to retribution

I do not fear punishment, he says
For my origin is of a much darker tune
One whose eyes glow of roaring vengeful flames echoing of past grief, fright and gloom
I do not fear punishment, he says
For my origin is of a much darker tune